Chapter 29

It was a Souverän Black-Blue pen. It featured a body of black and dark blue stripes, a silver nib, and gold accents.

The more Timothy looked at the pen, the more he felt it resembled Bob himself—appearing deep and profound at first glance but full of flair when inspected up close. Bob was a pen connoisseur.

The teaching assistant had not finished handing out the lecture notes when a student jokingly said, "Professor, you're handing out notes? I must've forgotten to check my calendar this morning—is it Christmas?"

The classroom erupted in laughter, and a few students shouted, "Merry Christmas!"

Timothy glanced up at Bob. Did he really say he wanted to improve everyone's learning efficiency? Right...

Professor White had been teaching for years and had never cared about his students' learning efficiency. Then, he was suddenly playing the good Samaritan—no wonder everyone felt like it was a holiday.

Bob's gaze swept past Timothy; they made eye contact for less than a second, but Timo